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The Errors Of Definitions Multiply Themselves According As The Reckoning Proceeds; And Lead Men Into Absurdities, Which At Last They See But Cannot Avoid, Without Reckoning Anew From The Beginning.

If Nobody Makes You Do It, It Counts As Fun.

The Flesh Endures The Storms Of The Present Alone; The Mind, Those Of The Past And Future As Well As The Present. Gluttony Is A Lust Of The Mind.

Life Is Nasty, Brutish, And Short

Sudden Glory Is The Passion Which Maketh Those Grimaces Called Laughter.